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Jun 04, 2026 · 15 chapters

The crisp autumn air of Bozeman bit through my jacket as I pulled my truck into the gravel drive of my own home on Chestnut Street.

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Chapter 1 - The Trap at the Front DoorThe crisp autumn air of Bozeman bit through my jacket as I pulled my truck into the gravel drive of my own home on Chestnut Street. Sabrina and Grant were standing by the porch light, their posture stiff, radiating an aggressive, rehearsed fury. Behind them, a sleek black SUV idled in the street, its headlights slicing through the predawn fog.

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